Gotta fly

It’s just one of those things.
One of those things there are no words for.
It pulls me from a place I never even knew existed in me before.
A place I thought existed in others but not in me.

Oxygen.
I know what that means now.
I always had an idea, and I knew what desire was … oh did I know what desire was, and it led to such a beautiful sort of magic.
I am not talking in some vague romantic way, and there is nothing trite about this.
And see, that is a rather significant problem for a woman with perhaps too much of a vocabulary.
Any words that might come close to describing it have been used before.

There are two words. I am not ready to write them here now. I have written each of them often enough. I have even said one of them many times. But now they mean something else, something exponentially more, especially when placed side by side.

So … in three days … I gotta fly.